Thunder on the mountainFire in the skyThe rainbow is my brotherI will choose to live or dieA stampede on the prairieThat brings me to my kneesMy spirit is the eagleAnd he will set me freeAnother night of horrorThe streets are living hellThe gangland has no honorJust that dying smellWhere is the vigilanteHe is better than the knaveLife's a penny anteI refuse to be a slaveBecause I am an uprising citizenRed manWhen you feel an uprisingAnd your blood runs coldYou dig a little deeperTo the bottom of the holeOh our time has comeOh our timeUprisingWhen you feel an uprisingAnd your blood runs coldYou look a little deeperTo the bottom of your soulOh our time has comeOh our timeUprisingYou dig a little deeperTo the bottom of the holeUprising